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into my gaping hole. Then I felt his squirts add to whatever was already pooling inside me. This was so hot. I could actually feel myself overflowing. Cum oozed from my cunny lips and down my belly towards my breasts.

"Ready!" he announced. Gerry, bring the hot dildo. Cook her right to the point!"

Oh fuck. I had assumed I'd be doing this myself. Well, after the desaster with my breast, it was maybe better if the expert would.

Martin also took hold of my legs, I had now three strong guys holding me in position. I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to.

In anticipation, I clenched my pussy, squirting a bit of cum out in a goopey gush. This felt so weird, so depraved. And then there was the hot dildo. It was smoking hot!

Gerry aligned carefully. I could feel the heat near my poor pussylips. And then, in one quick motion he plunged it in.

I screamed, but my voice failed me after only a split second, as my whole body tensed up. Cum and a large cloud of steam hissed through the hole in the pipe that was now stuck in me, while I heard and felt the sizzling of the hot metal against me and in me.

I was so tensed up, I couldn't even breathe, It was cuiziating pain. Utter agony. Heat that seemed to cook me right into my core.

And then, after what was maybe fifteen seconds but felt like hours, he pulled it out. Probably as my skin had cooked just enough to stop being glued to the searing hot metal.

My tit had been numb and ruined after the grilling. My cunt was a different matter. It throbbed and burned, and at the same time felt swollen and aroused and I felt horny and urged for release at the same time.

"Put her on the table. Spread eagled!" Martin commanded, and took my arms. Then they carried me on the table.

I had one leg dangling down on each side of the table and was breathing in short bursts.
"Alice needs to come out, now!" Gerry warned everyone.

Martin was with them to help the slumped, dazed girl out of the simmering pot.

She was still breathing. Her skin was red like a lobster, and she probably smelled delicious.

They put her on the same table as I was, her head next to mine. I could feel the heat radiating of her.

"You OK Alice?" I asked?

She moaned.

Momentarily neglected, I decided to give my pussy a touch. It was hot. Hot enough to burn my finger, and a bit numb. It felt just like touching roast meat. With a bit of a crust, yet I could still feel it. Holy hell was that hot!

I rubbed my finger around the rim of my entrance. It was now permanently gaping, cooked inside and out. It itched, urged for attention. I took my finger out and licked it.

Awesome. I wish I could be in Martin's place now and eat my own pussy, but unfortunately I wasn't flexible enough for self-cunnilingus. I kept stroking myself, then licking my fingers, which Alice noticed of course.

"You know what Gerry is going to do to me now?" she whispered, smirking.

"No?" I asked, curiously.

"Watch!" she demanded, and I turned my head, my finger on my roasted clit.

He had a bucket and a knife. He sat the bucket next to her, took the knife...

Oh wow! He WAS going to butcher her. She tensed, moaned and arched. Gerry had pushed the knife into her belly and was now slicing her open. Opening her like a pig.

She was steaming. Her insides were as hot as her outsides. She shivered and grasped her rock hard nipples, moaning.

"It... hua.... Hurts.... Whoaaaa. Don't stop, this is so... depraved.... Butcher me...." she moaned.

Gerry smiled. He finished zipping her open, then started piling her entrails out and into the bucket. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. After a bit he reached inside her and made a cut, then another, and then he placed the bucket away.
"How do you feel?" he asked.

Alice was whimpering, but with an excited face expression. "E.... empty...."

Gerry smiled. "I only removed your entrails, your guts. Not any edible stuff. You could live for weeks like that." he ensured her. "Mina, do you have the stuffing?"

Mina had. Alice arched and moaned, as the empty space in her belly was replaced by cooked vegetables and what looked like bread dough. Then Gerry took needle and thread and started sewing Alice back together.

I could swear she came once or twice during the process. I think I came too. My gaping roasted pussy alone was enough to make me come.

Martin gave me a few greedy looks, licking his lips. I winked at him. But the action was with Alice right now. Gerry had left a hole in Alice belly to reach in. The purpose became clear when Tom brought the large metal pole. It, of course, went into Alice' cunny. She tensed, as its tip punctured her vaginal channel. Then Gerry reached in and guided the pole with his hand. I assume he punctured her esophagus or something. As Tom gently pushed further, Alice started to gag, grasping her breasts and stretched her head as far back as she could until she was looking straight at me.

I reached towards her and grabbed her hand, juices from my roasted pussy still on it.

"This is awesome..." she whispered. "I can feel it coming up my *uuuglp*"

She shivered as the tip came out her mouth. She gagged a few times, around it, until her throat had gotten used to it. Tom pushed it a bit further until it almost reached my shoulder.

I held Alice hand. She smirked around the pole tip and pulled my hand to her mouth, then started licking my fingers. Her other hand reached down towards her pussy, stroking her clit.

Gerry looked at Alice. "OK, for the deep frying, we are first going to fry your legs. Then your arms. Then we bind them up and fry you whole, but only a few seconds. It's gonnna hurt, you're gonna scream. If you wanna finger yourself to another climax, now is the best time.

She nodded - as little head movement as the spit allowed her, and started stroking herself frantically. They mounted a clamp under her pussy and another around her torso to keep her from slipping, locking her into place around the spit, with her arms and legs still free.

Then they lowered her into the frying vat into a kneeling position. She thrashed, splashing boiling oil on her own naked body and some on the men that held her, but the held firm and forced her down.
She creamed. Louder than I had thought would be possible with the spit going through her. She stopped when she was out of breath and her nerves could no longer feel pain. The oil was boiling and roaring around her legs, and her pussy got a good soaking in boiling oil too.

Her face expression was somewhere between bliss, agony, and inability to pretend anything. But I could see her chest heave as she gasped for air.

It took over two minutes until Gerry announced. "Enough, legs are done." By then Alice eyes had lost their focus a bit, but she was awake.

Her legs looked - fried. Pretty tasty though.

"Your arms... are next..." Toby told her with tears in his eyes. He couldn't hold them back as her gaze focused on his and she nodded. Still with us.

There was no scream this time. She turned her head away from the oil as good as she could, while she stuck first one arm into the frying vat, and later the other. They cooked a bit less long, then came out like her legs.

I could see her stare at her fingers, fried into a permanent arrangement. I wondered if she could still feel anything in them.

"Last round!" Gerry announced. "Bind her legs up and her arms down."

Alice had her legs tied into a frog-position. Spread eagled of course with a good view of her cunny. It had a few burn marks from the frying oil, other than that she was pretty moist, oozing girl juices down the metal pole.

Her fried limbs bound in place, they put the pole end first into the frying oil, then removed the clamp that kept her pussy and torso in position and lowered her down, pussy first, into the boiling oil.

"Careful, keep a good hold at her."

Once more she was screaming. I was fingering myself so frantically I was worried my roasted pussy could rip apart. But the show was worth it. One hand on my remaining breast, I watched her scream in agony, writhe and squirm helplessly on the pole as she was fried alive.

They left her in there much longer than I anticipated. It must have been almost half a minute, then Gerry gave the command to pull her out.

Her gaze was unfocused. She seemed to be gone.

Toby had tears in his eyes.

They placed her on the table, when Tom noticed. "There, she's breathing!"

I could smell her. I can tell you, deep fried lady smells amazing. As much agony as she had just been through, I almost wished I could be her. Toby cooled her forehead with a moist rag, and eventually her eyes focused again on us. She tried to say something. Her fried breasts, a nice shade of brown, heaved and trembled.

"Ready for the last round? You're gonna watch my pussy getting eaten." I asked her.

A tiny nod. And a hint of a smile.

They unbound her arms and legs and tried to spread her out flat. She flexed and squirmed, apparently her fried joints didn't move that easily anymore, but eventually they managed. Poles were stuck through her arms and her legs to hold them in place in that position. She barely seemed to notice.

"Ready?" Gerry asked and took the spit on the front.

"Ready" Martin announced.

Then they lifted her and carried her to the grill. She was placed face down, but thankfully with her face itself not above the coals. Everyhting else touched the hot roast and once more sizzled.

I could see her squirm, but she didn't seem to be in agony this time. Her nerve ends were already fried, now she was only getting a bit of a tasty roasting tan.

I rearranged myself so she could see everything when Martin ate me.

And then he was between my legs and gave the first tantalizing licks.

I moaned, wishing I could taste what he tasted now.

From the corner of my eyes I could see the others. Toby was mostly concerned about Alice, Gerry too, although for more professional reasons. The rest were watching both of us. Steve was fingering her and fondling her breasts, while she leaned against him for support.

I felt a pulling, ripping sensation between my pussy lips, and then I felt Martin chew. I heard a crispy crunching sound. My inner labia, I realized. They had roasted crispy cross, and he was just eating them. A shudder went through me. I grasped for my breast. I felt him suckle on my outer labia, roasted tenderly, but still able to feel it. Cross on the outside, soft on the inside, and then I felt his teeth. He squeezed, he suckled. And then he took a bite!
I squealed and arched, as I felt my meat give in to his teeth and explode into his mouth with all its flavor. I shook, and arched, and squirmed, and shook again. I don't know if I begged him to stop or to never stop, or if my moans were intelligible at all. But my gaze fell on Alice, past him, and whatever I did stopped for a second as I comprehended what I saw.

She had her eyes open, an expression, as close to climax as one could get. And she was - literally - humping the grill. As much as the pole that still went through her and her fried body allowed, she rubbed her sizzling pussy against the searing metal of the roast. I don't know if she did that because she couldn't feel anything else anymore, or if it was simply the only motion she was still capable of. But I had to guess she was doing it because what Martin did to me looked so fucking indescribably hot from the outside, that she even forgot about roasting for a second.

I didn't have much more time to comprehend anything, because Martin obviously liked the taste of my labia so much, he decided to go for the main course and bit down on my poor clit.
In retrospect, I assume it must have more or less popped in his mouth, freeing its taste and juices in a way few dishes could compare. But that moment, in my head, something else popped. It was a firework of an orgasm unlike any I had had before, and it would be very unlikely to ever have anything again that came even close. That was the nature of having my pussy eaten in the process. But that second, all of that didn't matter, it was just a wave of pleasure that washed me away, and drowned out all of reality with it.

When I came down enough from that high to comprehend anything anymore, he was already finished. He had eaten the inside of my roasted vagina from my spasming depths, as I came repeatedly and heavily and probably gave him plenty of sweet sauce to go with his dish. Now Martin was done, and was sprouting a silly grin.

Gerry must have turned Alice around at some point in the meantime. She was on her back and was looking at nothing in particular. She was either dead, or so zoned out, she couldn't see anything anymore. I hoped for the latter.

"That was awesome!" Martin commented me on the taste of my pussy. From what I could see, all that was left was a bleeding oval hole with few features. It burnt a but, but gave me little pleasure in the process. I could make it twitch with my muscles, so some part of my inner workings were still intact.

Gerry and Toby were lifting Alice from the grill to bring her to the table. I smiled at Martin, showing him that I was happy he enjolyed me. Then I moved a bit to the side. Hesitant to get up yet. I wanted Gerry to look at me first, but he was busy.

They put Alice on her back, then removed the clamp downs and eventually pulled the spit out of her.

"Is she breathing?" Toby asked concerned. Tom leaned over her and for a few seconds nothing happened.

"Yes." Gerry was the first to spot it. "Quick, cool her head a bit, give her that wet rag again." He told Toby, who was quick to comply.

Alice looked like a well done full body roast. It was remarkable that there was still enough living flesh somewhere deep inside her to keep her breathing, let alone awake. But the miracle happened, her eyes focused on Toby, and she smirked. Then she saw me, and my concerned look.

Her voice was but a whisper. 'How was it? Watching you was so fucking... hot..." she told me.

"It was the best orgasm in my life." I answered , probably truthfully. "But you made it." I told her. "The way you humped the grill was incredible!"

Alice smiled weakly, then her eyes searched for Toby. "We did it. I... I'm ready for eating." she told him.

There were a few tears in his eyes, but he nodded.

"Are you OK, Lydia? Can you eat, too?" Gerry asked me, a bit worried about how my crotch area looked. I had had enough time to think about what to do 'afterwards', so I had a plan.

"Can you fix me up? Just, take some needle and thread and close it. Seal it up."

"What, completely? What if you need to pee?"
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